User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Corsairs Of The High Seas/@comment-1607590-20101010231811

''thinks while running back to camp 'A raft? Why a blinkin' raft!?' pulls out scimitars and grins, eyes shining with the light of battle, comes up behind the weasels and rats'' C'mere ye filthy mud wallowin' land lubbers! I'll show ye what sea beasts are made of! YAAAAH!!!!! ''slashes a weasels chest open then stabs anothers middle, pushes the one I had stabbed at some of the others, whips around and cuts into a rats neck. shoves scimitar back into belt and takes the rats pike and slams it into a weasels head, jerks it out and continues battling